"Great 21st Century Novel"

59. No one could have moved fast enough. He crumpled to the floor, his carotid squirting blood on the walls. She was running back the way she came with no idea where she was or where she would go, only that she was in a nightmare and had to keep moving, somewhere, anywhere.

60. Doyle's blood curdled as he heard the Auditor's screams. Somehow, even in his drugged reverie, he knew that he was "next" and that he would be forced to "talk." He tried to move but his body was frozen by the drugs. It was hopeless. He would be forced to reveal everything.

61. Through the drug haze, he remembered that he had been fitted with a cyanide capsule in a hollowed-out tooth. All he had to do was bite down hard on it, and...he would avoid the ordeal to come. He had always thought that, if the occasion arose, he would bite down on the capsule without hesitation. Now that the moment was at hand, he wasn't so sure.

62. Meanwhile, the auditor continued to scream, and scream, and scream. Then his body slumped, and the screaming stopped.

'Bit of a wimp, wasn't he?' sneered Dr. Black. Mr. Amp nodded, and Nurse Meter silently agreed. She liked men who were made of sterner stuff. Men like Dr. Black, whom she secretly had a crush on.

Originally posted by Blackamp
62. Meanwhile, the auditor continued to scream, and scream, and scream. Then his body slumped, and the screaming stopped.

'Bit of a wimp, wasn't he?' sneered Dr. Black. Mr. Amp nodded, and Nurse Meter silently agreed. She liked men who were made of sterner stuff. Men like Dr. Black, whom she secretly had a crush on.

Originally posted by huckleberryhound
63. Suddenly Dr Black noticed something coming towards him from above at a breakneck speed, he looked up to the sky......"Oh no! Space Ninjas!!" he screamed, and ran as fast as he could.

65. Luckily, he had forseen their treachery, and always carried a small bottle of antidote in his pocket. He took it out now and swallowed it, and the hallucinations stopped.

'Well', he said, drawing his pistol and covering both Mr. Amp and Nurse Meter. 'Well, well, well. It looks like the proverbial shoe is on the proverbial other foot'.

66. Sheila was out of breath, sweat pouring down her brow, her heart pounding rhythms to her brain. She leaned over the rail and felt as though she might heave, an ugly thought. Alas, she'd have a moment or two to try and collect her thoughts, any thoughts, some orientation to where she was, what she was doing. She slowly turned back to the sidewalk and glanced up and down the street. It was as though she were in the opening scene of The Lion King or an act of Cirque d'Soliel. The sidewalk was filled with colorful characters hopping and skipping and skating. There were lions and tigers and bears, oh my.

67. She tried to concentrate. She shut her eyes and tried to think back. What was the last clear thought she had? Yes, Al Gore won the election.

68. She forced herself to begin walking, if only to avoid drawing any unwanted attention. Too late, however, a Cool T noticed her. He always picked up immediately on attractive young women who appeared to be lost.

69. He stood before her smiling. "Yo, wha'd up y'all? S'appenen? Yo sho looks fine mama."

70. That's just great, she thought, in sarcastic angst. How could she dump this creep and find some place to ride this insanity out?

71. "Come on, baby, let's chill a little, yo, dig?"

72. What the heck? At least she could get out of this main thoroughfare with him, somehwere, anywhere. Still unable to verbalize one word she just shook her head "yes."

73. They were sitting in the Black Velvet, a low light dance club on the strip, where the only dancing was done by the pros, for tips. Cool T ordered a couple of Double Jacks and two beers.